I'll read you poetry I'll tell you what I know to be true I'll make a sentimental observation about the moon I'll kiss you so that you could think that kisses are sublime But I won't spend a penny cause All that you're worth is my time I got this relationship with songfight we go way back And we never broke up but months'll go by when I don't call back And songfight's on my answering machine crying, drunk on a weeknight Begging me just to sneak by I keep bypa**ing the fashionable titles Unbridling beats this thick plus dope recital Only once per blue moon, coincidental with a typhoon Of votes in my favor and doom For any rival of romantic intent No matter how I treat her songfight loves me best Even though I never once took her someplace nice All I ever gotta do is look her deep in the eyes Open up the trap, let the romance flow And mc frontalot has got her good to go I come from the old school of the song fight where you must win It wasn't polite back then to talk about what band who's in Just get in the ring and it had better sound a little Like you know how to sing Or else what you wasting my time for? I don't get like "free internet" My bandwidth's limited I mean in steaddd of this, I could be fishing for pr0ns With my dick out. all kinds of opportunities stick out In my mind when I consider not clicking This list of your lame a** eight times cause you're that tricky And nobody knocks twice for these songs you tape Except by mistake, and hit escape Then again I love every single worthless last one of you You're like a bottomless drain for my invective to funnel through And you can call her every week, you won't win the heart Songfight was frontalot's (when?) from the start Now for the rest of you song fight types up long nights Trying to get the solo right, hope somebody on the boards is nice Holds your hand, says it's okay that front always wins That your song isn't necessarily shallow and thin Like one of the rest of you said in the review thread Hoping to earn songfight's love and respect Nevertheless, the actual fact of the situation Songfight is stingier than I am, and she's patient She waits when she has to for frontalot to come Endures bunk songs that would knock many wooees numb But not my songfight, she's ever vigilant I stick my tongue in her bu*thole and wiggle it Even though I call her up collect for phone s** Mc front jumps the line, comes next And all y'all with your big bouquets could wait out here While I whisper sweet nothing rhymes Up in her ear, never you fear songfight I'm holding you dear